John McGrath

John McGrath

Trpanj

By John McGrath

The onset of another unforgettable luminescent Trpanj dusk
Hypnotized in a blissful plight of awe-inspiring rubicund musk
The beguiled sunset explodes beckoning auburn and carroty hues atop Hvar
Sweeping the emotions of tranquillity under an incandescent Croatian Star
An endless summer daze and another paradisiacal sweltering hot night
Tuna Beach Bar cocktails elevate the memorizing night-falling sight
Safe harbor at the antediluvian port as fishing boats let sleeping dogs lie
Restaurants buzz and thrill as the small fishing village’s atmosphere electrifies
Sizzling smoking Cevapcici and Calamari evokes Dalmatian summer essence
Generations of laughing children creating memories of unblemished presence
Engulfed in perfumes of everlastings, heather, rosemary, and sage sweet scent
Discerning Peljesac fine wines, ancient olive oil groves, and wild honey ascent
Manifestly an endless writer’s inspiration amidst peace as church bells chime
Ancient old town sipping Rakia to a bygone era to stories of celebrated time
Roman Legions, Seafarers, and Fishermen have left their traces and eternal mark
Yet time stands still in Trpanj beach dreaming or swimming in the enchanting dark
The Ploce Ferry momentarily arouses this hidden jewel sleeping beauty bubble
Regrettably many pass Croatia’s best-kept secret reverie in an impatient rubble
Mirroring turquoise soul-cleansing waters of the crystal clear Adriatic Sea
Your charming antiquity, philosophy, and culture will deliver you back to me.
John McGrath